I Heard My Uncle in the Hall Before I Saw What He’d Brought

He still wore the same navy suit from the night before, except his tie was gone and his shirt looked slept in. His hair had a dent in it on one side.

For half a second I thought maybe he’d come to defend them.

Or worse, smooth things over.

Instead he shut the door behind him and held up a manila envelope.

“I don’t have long,” he said. “If your uncle sees continue reading …